Musket policy applied to crowd killers
Alleged logic, as you baptize rounds in blood
Dispatch more souls to unearthly worlds
While living creatures blindly pray for death
Revenge, questions, supplications and more void
Too much to absorb for most senses, near or far
Shout out to the hoarders of demon weaponry
Brown and black are targeted- 100 yards from home
Bring flowers to where sacred parchment rest
Our Terrorist Constitution of these United States
Unquenchable urge to run, play, fall and always be late
Baptismal mud, scraped knees and palms
Joyful little warrior child … cautious at home’s tricky door
Chuckles, disapproving glares, authoritative bellows
Domestic minefield has been traversed – go bathe
No dolls, tea set or princess garb – bathwater is getting chocolate brown
Is wearing dress or skirt required in real world – specialized rules will apply
Self-ruler years pass, a plethora of debt is somewhat transferred and paid
Quite fierce Harley to work – Senate Floor … Blessed afterwards kickboxing poor sizeable victim
Crying due to the strength of a push
It was a gust of cruel wind!
I was an assaulted infant and so I cried
Human comfort came quickly and so I cried
Years made my bones and skin stretch
Push, strikes and fierce gravity
Take it and give back … you are grown.
You’ve been hurt and know your role! Cry, cry
Spiteful laughter and heartless remarks GOD NO!
Human comfort died as I grew .. chose option #2
Will my flesh away via stubborn chants, prayers
Remembering Wind rides above all human frailties
Saw final light coming in a clear blue American sky
Stood ready to meet my Maker – gaze at God’s pure blue
Anxious to talk to Him – rid me of human pain
Not yet – eternal babies cry at my feet
Embracing them in pure innocent love – eyes closed
All was death white then infinitesimal incineration fell
Our bodies were no more, Father’s love gave us form
Through Light we eternally learn – all human possibilities
The eternal babies play and run – freedom serve as arms, feet
Glance at God shedding a tear He spoke softly
Turn away from earthly ruins below – it is not you
Sleep without worry – you found your way home
This is not a solution. This is an exhale. Just an attempt to be honest. I see your apprehension already.
Yes. You are correct and I said it. Uppity liberal know-it-all and disrespects,
dismisses and dissolves a people. They eat no more dust than I do.
Tailored and raggedy garments still contain Americans. We all need to respect the inner us – respect not like.
No abortions? Fine. Make all men celibate until the day they marry via the law. Full-time morality or no freedom.
Apply death penalty for incest and pedophilia, all physical abuse to minors and the disabled.
Keep your firearms? Fine. Death penalty for every parent or guardian guilty of neglect in child or mentally unstable related shooting.
Make every CEO, broker and financial provider involved in a Wall St schemes lose all assets and serve hard time in a real prison for minimum 25 years.
If we want jobs in America then BUY AMERICAN! It cost more , but .. so what! Americans will be employed. Outlaw Wal-Mart, Target and all the discount stores!
You want immigrants to leave? Then I guess you want their money to leave as well. 11 million phony social security numbers collecting taxes from workers that will never get paid back. That money goes to you and your disabled children.
My Mexican mother told me there must always be a price to pay when you get what you want. She also told me not to judge.
There are poor, middle class, rich and super wealthy. An ignorant or immoral person can exist in any one of those classes.
Do you want better education? Good. It begins with turning off the TV, going to the library for history books and talking to your kids for at least an hour per day.
No more Pokemon, Game of Thrones, Xbox and iPhones when you don’t own a car, have beer in the fridge and No Damn Job! I’m sorry but it needs to be said.
Congressmen, Senators … you’re not done yet!
You must witness the fruits of your labor thus earn your bribe!
See before you the puss filled limbs, tumor infestation upon that single mother’s exposed breasts – don’t they arouse you
There’s the 10 year old boy weighing 40 pounds – please excuse his pre-existing AIDS
He’s asking you, will I be okay? ANSWER HIM!! Fine gentlemen, indeed!
Exits are blocked by the chronically ill, fluidly dying, and the ignorant poor.
This is not your home! This is OUR CAPITOL! And you must watch our end, move the corpses, before you leave this place. COUGH!
Environmentally assaulted in sunny rain poverty
Weathered green splinters awful – yet coveted
Where else do little chicas sit? Graffiti wall is for boys
Covered, shaded, maintained green
Perfect for adolescent trendy and tormentors alike
Vacant classroom for freshman nomadic poor
Cruelty discovers another living place – soul breaking work
Pack of privilege climbers surveying the terrain
Mentally thrashing many from a lovely corporate park bench
I just want a paycheck, pleasantries and respect
Final class war comically ends here – spine, legs turn on me
Latina sits on smooth white plastic shower bench
I’m sure I prefer the splinters and weathered green
Good child sits with patient hands
While grown awful leaders scurry about
Child just waits for pretty lying smiles
Patience has divorced petty constituent minds
Little one makes a query – pulverized by a bark
How long do I have? Can I leave here now?
True words finally slip .. following … guilty tears
Very little time. Some tears. Please stay.
Precious little ghostly one colors, hums and waits
Waits a thousand more immature years
I mourn the death of the child in you
The child that played alone or with dirty kids
Amongst jealous trees and stickball lots
Plagued with dried foxtails invading your socks
You use to be happy, just hanging out
Today you’re addicted to so much crap
iPhone, iPad and other suspicious circuit dogma
Designer drinks here, Whole Foods there
Imported Mini boxes on tires with all the extras
Kardashian butt, see a stranger’s mirror
Think you need a new race? Or botched!
Better be wearing Prada, DKNY or Kors
Coach or D&G on your shoulder, of course
Stocks go up because they closed some more plants
Chinese slavery – that’s were the money’s at
American workers? I’m sure they’ll bounce back
You know that the kid version of you
Would kick your ass, slash your tires
Slash your clothes, rat you out on YouTube
To Mom and Dad, cousins, aunts and uncles
They would fervently tell you
You weren’t raised that way!
Church taught you better
Play by His rules idolatrous one!
Don’t hurt anybody with the choices you make
Is that kid alive? Is hope coming out?
Do CPR or start praying to God …. move forward
Promise to be better and trash all soulless junk!
Jump, leap, lunge – again
Mr. Sky is dressed in night
Arms intensely stretched out
Pluck one moon or a few stars
Please, black velvet void – slight beg
Jump, leap harder – with more trust
Grownups chuckle at childish goal
Mr. Sky defiantly acquiesced
Little conqueror has galaxy in a jar
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